A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

Other poetry

Kuch baten hum se

Kuch Baatein Hum Se Suna Karo,

Kuch Baatein Hum Se Kiya Karo,

 

Mujh

HAR PAL LARTA HAI

कभी हंसाती है तो कभी रुलाती है जिंदगी

Flirting With Your Eyes

I shuffled down the hallway

Trying to stay out of view

Peeking down the walkway

SARFAROSHI KI TAMANNA HAMARE DIL ME

सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में ह

Empty Heart

Feeling down, alone, and empty inside,

Decisions to make but can't decide.

Hurt f

Batter My Heart
Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;

Anjane me jinhe hum chahte the

Hamne bhi kuch khab dekhe the

Anjane me kisi ko apna banaya tha

Wo mile is kadar

APNA HAR DARD CHHUPAYA

Zindgi se apna har dard chupa lena

Khushi na sahi gam gale laga lena

Koi agar kah

I Can Do Anything For You My Love

Your lips so soft and red.

The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head.   &n

UJADI ZINDAGI

Tera meri iss ujadi zindagi main aana,

Kaash koi shabd bayaan kar paate.

Par kya